In my pink sunglasses Always makes the world look a little bit better You can try 'em anytime you need a change of the weather When I'm walking by, I wanna roll my eyes In my pink sunglasses, pink sunglasses My pink sunglasses I put 'em on whenever I sit

Ma poupée hé hé, ma poupée hey Car la roue tourne et tout se paye Un jour tu brilles puis on te raye Des larmes de pluie sur ton soleil Ouh ouh ouh ouh Du sang sur tes genoux Des larmes dans ton moteur Entre les griffes des loups, tu pleures. De l'or ou

Girls, girls, girls Friday night and I need a fight My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to make me tight is Long legs and burgundy lips Dancin' down on Sunset Strip Red lips, fingertips Trick or

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare

Well, me and my lady had our first big fight So I drove around till I saw the neon light The corner bar, it just seemed right so I pulled up Not a soul around but the old bar keep Down at the end lookin' half asleep But he walked up and said, what'll it

And I ain't in my feelings, I'm out but I let you say that you're the good guy Here we go, again, from heroes to villains Used to be your Romeo, but we were both were jilted A couple of times, so we had a slippery slope to deal with But still it gave me

This what God feel like, yeah Laughing to the bank like aha, yeah Flex on swole like aha, yeah You feel some type of way then, aha, yeah Yeah (this what God feel like) Ever since a young man All I want to be was a gunman Shooting up the charts, better

Blame it on my youth. If I cried a little bit When first I learned the truth, Don't blame it on my heart, If I expected love when first we kissed, If only for you I did exist, I believed in everything, Like a child of three, You meant more than anything,

Nine exits north of Las Vegas, Vegas Nine exits north of Las Vegas

Ain't no place I'd rather be Chil'ren, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky Shit, tired of gettin' shot at Tired of gettin' chased by the police and